"You just want me to wear those gold pants again." He shakes his head. "Not happening... probably. For a while. A few days or so." He kisses him. "Mmmmm. Can I ask you something?" And it sounds quite suggestive actually.
He pulls back, looks at Michael with wide eyes and dilated pupils...and pounces.
It's an answer.
It's a positive answer.
It's the answer of a small, gay librarian being asked if he'd like to have aerobic sex with three of the most attractive people he's met in the last month.
"I'll take that as a yes." He laughs and kisses him, minor hint of the Peter Allen trick from before. "It's kind of part of Nick's birthday present. His birthday was several days ago, it's just... things haven't quite lined up right yet. Though, maybe now." He makes a motion like he's going to get up. "I'll just go tell David that we're good to go and see when's a good time..." he's grinning... a lot.
"How? Well, see... [insert what could potentially turn into a long dissertation on the removal of clothing... and why, yes, he is being a bit of an ass]..."
There might be a few well-placed kisses in there too.
"On second thought, skip the platter and let's add on a bit more touching. I will say, Michael, that you're a man skilled with your hands and I quite enjoy them all over me."
"Mmm. Good, 'cause I don't have a platter." He drops a kiss to Stephen's chest as one hand slides, slowly, up, over his chest, shoulder, to his neck to stroke a thumb over jaw and lips.
"Like that?" he whispers against warm, smooth skin and his other hand traces over abdominals, down the side, over the hip and down the leg. "Or that?"
His hand traces back up Stephen's thigh and, as he shifts himself up Stephen's body, kissing every bit of skin he can along the way, takes a detour over the front of Stephen's hips to trace lightly over his cock. The hand tracing Stephen's jaw curls behind his head as Michael makes his way close enough to draw him into a kiss. "Love you," he whispers against his mouth.
And he loves that sound... the sound of those words, from that voice. And he wants too, wants to just wrap his fingers or his lips around him, make him warm, but not yet...
He kisses a long, wet trail down Stephen's neck to his collarbone, where he nips lightly at the skin before trailing more long, slow wet kisses down his chest. The hand at Stephen's neck smooths down and over a shoulder, while the other hand smooths back up, over those abdominals he admires so much, up Stephen's side, then back down to wrap around to the small of his back.
There are several areas of skin that have yet to be explored...
The hand at Stephen's back travels farther up, between his shoulder blades, over the muscles there, then latches around a shoulder. The other hand smooths it's way down Stephen's other side, hip, thigh, reaching down to draw the leg up so it can reach farther down the leg, not quite to the ankle. Michael's tongue traces the outline of a nipple, nipping lightly before using a series of slow, wet kisses to find the other.
A soft noise escapes from between Stephen's lips and his body arches once again into Michael's hands and lips and everything, so confused as the sensation nearly overwhelms him. He moves slowly, languidly rocking, wanting more.
He can be an evil, evil, man... or at least one hell of a tease. Using a bit of leverage gained from the hand around Stephen's shoulder, he slides up to nip at the other side of his neck, to his ear, tongue tracing the outline of it too. Then soft lips, moving gently across the skin, make their way over his brow, down the line of his nose, meeting his lips again, tongue reaching out to trace lips, teeth, tongue.
The hand that was on Stephen's leg, smoothed its way back up the leg to rub circles at the hip, then fingers curled to let short, worn nails scrape along Stephen's side, up and over his arm until their fingers locked just as Michael's lips met Stephen's.
It's gasped out, panted out, moaned out...out, out of his mind and he wants more of it and one arms lifts to grab him, grab Gabriel to haul him into doing something more, but he stops himself. He loves to tease himself. He knows it'll be good. It's just...maddening.
There's a fleeting thought of getting up and moving to the end of the bed, starting at Stephen's feet and making his way up the fabulous body beneath him - skipping over the intimate parts in the middle, but he's not quite sure he wants to wait that long. However, his finger release and draw free and he balances himself enough to roll Stephen over and start the teasing with long, slow, wet kisses along the back of his neck and down his spine, hands smoothing out over strong shoulders, then back toward Stephen's neck and down over his back to settle for a bit at his hips.
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He grins, a little wicked, and rolls his hips into Michael's, kissing him again hot and slow.
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"If it involves you and me and sex, certainly."
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It's an answer.
It's a positive answer.
It's the answer of a small, gay librarian being asked if he'd like to have aerobic sex with three of the most attractive people he's met in the last month.
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Which he can't.
Because there is a Stephen holding him down quite firmly.
"What?"
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Which, of course, is not at all what he just said, but he has a feeling that it really won't matter.
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Sly smile.
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There might be a few well-placed kisses in there too.
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"Anything special you'd like tonight, sir?" he asks as though he's the waiter offering the wine list.
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He grins.
"On second thought, skip the platter and let's add on a bit more touching. I will say, Michael, that you're a man skilled with your hands and I quite enjoy them all over me."
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"Like that?" he whispers against warm, smooth skin and his other hand traces over abdominals, down the side, over the hip and down the leg. "Or that?"
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Because it feels so good and the air is cool where there'd been a warmth a moment before around his cock and he wants.
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He kisses a long, wet trail down Stephen's neck to his collarbone, where he nips lightly at the skin before trailing more long, slow wet kisses down his chest. The hand at Stephen's neck smooths down and over a shoulder, while the other hand smooths back up, over those abdominals he admires so much, up Stephen's side, then back down to wrap around to the small of his back.
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"Oh, Michael, the games you play and you play them so well, play me so well, Michael, like a lute..."
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The hand at Stephen's back travels farther up, between his shoulder blades, over the muscles there, then latches around a shoulder. The other hand smooths it's way down Stephen's other side, hip, thigh, reaching down to draw the leg up so it can reach farther down the leg, not quite to the ankle. Michael's tongue traces the outline of a nipple, nipping lightly before using a series of slow, wet kisses to find the other.
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The hand that was on Stephen's leg, smoothed its way back up the leg to rub circles at the hip, then fingers curled to let short, worn nails scrape along Stephen's side, up and over his arm until their fingers locked just as Michael's lips met Stephen's.
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It's gasped out, panted out, moaned out...out, out of his mind and he wants more of it and one arms lifts to grab him, grab Gabriel to haul him into doing something more, but he stops himself. He loves to tease himself. He knows it'll be good. It's just...maddening.
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That's about all you're getting from him.
The rest of him is busy enjoying things.
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